We’re Here! We’re Queer! We’re Black & We’re Punk.

Alex February 11, 2013 0
We’re Here! We’re Queer! We’re Black & We’re Punk.

I just wanted to spread the word; the Afro-Punk documentary is streaming online for free via YouTube in honor of Black History Month. Watch it!

Whether you listen to ‘punk rock’ or not, this movie is for Black people that were made to feel less Black because society tries to keep us in a box. Fuck boxes. Punk is not just about the music, it’s a lifestyle.
The film is about music though. If you’re on this blog you probably consider yourself an Activist and probably have your own definiton of what punk is but for those less familiar with the punk scene: punk lyrics usually aim to inspire activism, thinking deeper and taking action, consciousness. The opposite of pop.

Growing up conscious:
When I was in high school I didn’t have a lot (…or any?) Black friends I could identify with. The Black kids in my school and in my hood were either too mediocre middle-class or like ignorant ghetto. I lived in the ghetto but I wasn’t dreaming of future filled with loud ass kids and government checks. I wanted nothing more than to get out of the ghetto but not into a world of middle-class conformity.
I wanted to live like the artist I was, free of burden.
I just wanted to draw and write and listen to music. I wanted to celebrate life and the planet.

I listened to punk. I listen to punk. I wasn’t angry. I’m kinda angry now but my moshing days are over. I can’t have some nasty guys’ sweat and blood on me. My friends were mostly Brown and White, they hooked me up with a lot of great music. My mom would be in the living room blasting KISS and Cameo. I wasn’t raised to believe there was ‘white music’ and ‘black music’. It was all music. But all of the Black kids I knew were just listening to mainstream music. I knew there was more and I wanted it. My brain was hungry and poppy dance tracks and big ballin’ gangsta jams weren’t satisfying my craving.

I was a welcomed addition with the queers and the freaks. We were special and we knew.
There was one other afro-punk kid in my school, for awhile, then he disappeared after like 2 months.
We had the same friends but they said he was a skinhead so I didn’t bother to get to know him. Maybe I should of. Enh? His ass got kicked out for a reason.

Still, I never really realized how much of an outsider I actually was. Even with the endless piercings all over my face, I felt normal. Thank you SoCal. But I did notice that I didn’t have a lot of Black friends. It was not until I turned 18; I went out more and found more afro-punks.

I didn’t wanna be white. I still get comments about my “whiteness” occasionally from ignorant people. I’ve always had love for my blackness–mostly thanks to my early obsession with the 1970′s culture in America. Women, Blacks and Queers were the strongest and smart people in the nation, an inspiration. I still am and was always sad I don’t know more about Africa and being of African-descent other than the horrible treatment we continue to deal with for being in this country.

Creativity verse conformity.
There’s a great quote at the beginning of the film that illustrates the difference between being and wanting to be on the outside. I didn’t really realize how outside I was until I noticed how hard almost everybody else was trying to get inside and follow society’s rules of how we should live our lives.

Settling down and getting a mindless job doesn’t seem ‘safe’ to me. Shit happens. People get laid off everyday and their lives fall apart. I can’t let some job I don’t even like ruin my life. More money = more bills. There’s too much corruption in our economic system for it to be a logical guideline for my life. Divorce? Foreclosures? Perscription addiction? Voided pensions? I don’t need that.

I love being creative. Maybe not everyone has that gift. I canNOT let it go to waste. I would go insane.
I’m a punk, an afro-punk. I’m Black. I’m Queer. I am free. Free to dress how I want to, love who I want to and do pretty much whatever I want to & I’m pretty sure that’s how it’s suppose to be.

So my girlfriend at the time introduced me to this movie. She was/is a Nigerian-born afro-punk goddess. Anyways, now I’m passing it along to you all. Enjoy.

AFRO-PUNK – The Documentary (2003) [FULL-LENGTH]

Afro-Punk: The Documentary

Afro-Punk: The Documentary, Full-length movie on YouTube

Afro-Punk: The Documentary

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